Log: Ongoing

[burningwhite.livejournal.com]

When; The end of the mindreading day
Rating; PG?
Characters; Fujimiya Aya (burningwhite) and The Doctor (thefourthdoctor)
Summary; Aya is bleeding. The Doctor is bored.
Log;

Aya had spent far too much time slicing and hacking up the monsters crawling out of the underground. He had been wound up from the stress of this awful place, the stress of whatever was going on with Ken and Omi, the stress of not letting himself think about his sister ... and the moment he realized he could hear his neighbors thoughts, he'd run outside to escape it ... and then kept running across person over person who would shriek and scream and think the most horrific things. So he'd gone to the creatures who had no thoughts - just the mission to kill. He could cope with that.

But his body couldn't.

Omi'd wrapped his wounds well, but they couldn't hold forever. He was fine, in fact, until one particularly quick little bastard had bitten him on the hand. He could see bone and sinew and knew he'd been bested. Aya had gotten back to his apartment and tried to find someone to help him put his hand back together - he only had a small window of time before it would be too lifeless to patch up.

That was why he stood outside a blue police call box, knocking on the door with the end of his blood covered katana.

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[burningwhite.livejournal.com]

"It feels GREAT!"

Aya flailed said hand, smiling. His face felt very odd, as if he wasn't used to using these muscles. But he was very happy and very pleased to have his hand back together.

"D'I get blood on your floor?"

[thefourthdoctor.livejournal.com]

He could tell the man was quite drugged up on painkillers, both from the way he was talking, and the way he was flailing about. The hand had been healed, but when the drugs wore off, he'd still feel some phantom pain. "Yes, you did, all over the Console Room. You can clean it up when you're done--and you really should take better care of your sword, and get a sheath for it." He stepped back, studying him. "I should redress tha wound on your side. Are there any other lacerations you're hiding from me, boy?"

[burningwhite.livejournal.com]

"Uhm.." Aya thought about the question for a long moment, and then nodded slowly. He reached around slowly with his index finger extended. "There's something right.. OW!!" he glared viciously at his hip, as if it had intentionally begun to hurt.

[thefourthdoctor.livejournal.com]

He sighed rather exasperatedly, as though he were dealing with a petulant child--which, to him, he rather was--and stared at the hip. "Another cut? Very well, you stay here, I'll fetch my medikit. I can't do much for it, you know. My abilities to stitch up flesh seem to have left me in this regeneration." Without saying anything else, he stalked out of the room, leaving the man alone for several moments.

[burningwhite.livejournal.com]

Aya sat for a moment, swinging his legs like a child, and then went and left Omi a few nonsensical comments to let his young teammate know he was all right, and then flopped back down on the bed, staring up at the various posters. "Aya-chan..." he sighed.

[thefourthdoctor.livejournal.com]

He returned a short while later, carrying fresh gauze and bandages, along with ointments to help keep the wound clean and such. He paused at the door for a bit, looking at him, then stepped inside, shaking his head ruefully. "You ought to be more careful. If this city doesn't have a real physician, you very easily could bleed to death."

[burningwhite.livejournal.com]

"Omi takes good care of us," Aya said, looking up at the Doctor. Omi was no surgeon, true, but the boy had such a mother-complex that he'd soaked up an endlessly wealth of first aid knowledge. "What are you a doctor of?"

[thefourthdoctor.livejournal.com]

"Oh, all sorts of things," he said, bending to begin dressing Aya's wounds. "I did take a medicial degree once, but that was in 1888 on Earth, and as Zoe said, perhaps not entirely practical for today's application." He hummed a bit as he cleaned the wound on Aya's side, then applied the ointment. "It's good you've someone to look after you, Abyssinian. I used to have several traveling companions myself, but I don't know where they've gone off to." He leaned back to address the bandaging. "How does that feel? Not too tight?"

[burningwhite.livejournal.com]

Aya listened carefully... or he tried to. His vision was starting to blur again. "No... s'fine."

He blinked at him owlishly, squirming a bit at the attention... and then fell back again, unconscious.

[thefourthdoctor.livejournal.com]

"Bother," he muttered. He finished dressing the man's hip wound, and once he was certain the man would live and wasn't hiding any additional wounds from him, he took the man's boots off and tucked him into bed, dimming the lights to leave him there to rest. It would do him best.